Iron Lung (Shenton Street)

Tired town, pretty face They grind you down, and they hurl their blame You've split my crown, with your bones and lace 25 is too young To feel half alive, and to feel half young Yeah, the lighthouse hums like an iron long Yeah, the water gleams like a skeleton Stoned and drunk on Shenton Street You feeling lucky, punk? Can you keep your feet? Can you keep your job? Can you keep it discreet? Can you forget your pain, or does it sting too sweet? Tired town, I think you win Forget my smile, forget my sin Yeah wash me down - wash away everything Like blood on the ground, when the rain roars in